He come slow, the slither manSo long crawls out of his own dead skinHe come, he
come I come here for your painI come take all your pain awayTwo in me, they
can't see who they areNo, no, no little voice, with big horrorCome meet the
advocate's devilLeave your soul at the doorAnd come on inside Asylums of lost
insaneA kiss from some slowly dying faceTwo in me, they can't see who they are
no, no, no Sex and death and the american westf**k us all, farewell to fleshI
want you, I want to, I want to kill youWanna kill your pretty face, kill your
pretty face Come on give me a little piece of deathThe darkened heart inside
the selfTo lives to sleep, to dies awakeKill your pretty, kill your pretty
faceKill your pretty face Tear the heart out of mother and mother bleedsCut
mother open, and the wounded mother dies